Katala
“I can’t see anything!” hissed Didoka at Nira, who was standing over the monk’s back. I looked down for a moment and felt bad for the poor monk, who was holding us while maintaining a push-up position over the floor. Nira growned, trying to push me up so I could get in the room through the open window of the cellar. Nobody had counted on the fact that monk Sacrias was the only one with a key to open the room. Without any other options left apart from returning to our dorms and forgetting all about drinking mead at the rooftop we had all decided on getting in however we could. Even Didoka had smiled and got on board with the adventure. Nira had taken a good look at the open window of the cellar- which was about seven feet up and faced the hall-and guided us into the juggling po
